The craft of the left hand is the route beyond routes // Seeking the roots below roots // Where art becomes artless // And life perhaps a lie // These is a shadow cast by a hand in motion // Within the timeless threads // That is motionless // A handless gesture becomes a prophetic movement // Two thoughtless currents become a mirroring gaze // The craft of the left eye is the piercing peer // But only amongst peers will the vision appear // Solid and floating // Fleeting // The flame of the left emanations ☿